The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

When Ans El woke up from his sweet dream again, he lowered his head and looked down at the little kobolds on the ground from a distance of several hundred meters, and there were obviously a few extraordinarily powerful auras among them.

"Your Excellency Ansair, you are awake."

Valk flew to Ans El's huge head and said with a smile, except for the bloodshot in his eyes, he didn't seem to be any different from before.

Ansel nodded, and Sandro also flew from the ground to the same height as Valk.

Valk didn't look at them, but turned his head and ordered the legendary kobold priests under him.

"Let's do it!"

A powerful breath erupted from them, and wonderful magic props and magic materials surrounded them.

Ans El glanced at these legendary kobold sacrifices, and there was no new legendary kobold sacrifice that he saw in the crystal ball yesterday.

These kobold priests with powerful magic are quite old, and they are almost the treasures left by the entire kobold tribe except Valk.

But at this moment, they were all mobilized by Valk to build a palace for Ans El, which also shows Valk's attitude towards Ans El.

These legendary kobold priests did not show any aura of attack, so Ansi Er and Sandro watched them calmly and looked forward to their performance.

I saw a huge hexagram magic circle falling from the sky, the legendary kobold priests all blushed, the magic power poured frantically, and dazzling light appeared on the magic wand.

Ansel looked up at the falling circle. Valk had no intention of avoiding it. Ansel and Sandro also stood there, letting the circle fall.

The magic circle passed through the bodies of three demigod-level powerhouses.

The strong magic fluctuations dried up the magic power in Ansi Er's body, but it stopped after a while.

On the other hand, Sandro's soul flame shone slightly, and there were small fluctuations.

And Valk clenched his scepter and levitated gracefully in the air like a normal dog. After all, he didn't practice magic.

The six-pointed star formation fell to the ground, leaving a huge mark at the foot of Ansel.

At the same time, the magic materials in the hands of the kobold priests shattered and scattered in the wind, while the magic items dimmed slightly and stopped shining.

These kobold sacrifices also consume a lot of money. After nodding to Valk, they turned around and returned to their respective tribes to rest.

"Now the foundation is finally settled."

Valk said with a smile, he made a big effort to build the palace for Ansi Er this time, and the earthquake-proof array alone was arranged by several legendary great priests, which is enough to last for a thousand years.

Ansier moved on the ground a little bit, but this time he didn't feel that the ground was shaking. He nodded with satisfaction.

"Your Excellency Ansair, you must have been hungry again after sleeping for so long. I will prepare food for you."

Walker said enthusiastically.

Ansier cast a glance at him and said in his heart.

I'm astonished by the humiliation. The reason why Valk treats me like this must be ulterior motives, but he wants me to write more novels.

But this is impossible!

You can only change up to 4,000 words a day. Any more than 1,000 words is like a part-time job. It’s not free, it’s too hard!

It is impossible to work part-time! It's impossible to work in this life!

Ansair had already seen through Valk's inner thoughts, but he still followed Valk to finish the meal.

After all, as a self-disciplined dragon, he uses "Feast" to increase his size every day.

When enjoying the food and the sun, Ansel would rather be like Jean. Although he is a bit silly, he can eat for a while.

Full of food and drink, Ans El lay on his back on the ground, Sandro knelt beside him and gently massaged his wings with his small hands.

Ans El patted his belly lightly with his dragon claw, squinting his eyes and enjoying the warm sunlight on the second underground floor.

The sunlight is much warmer than the basement floor, and it doesn't look hot.

I really enjoyed it. Maybe Ans El worked hard for a year on the first basement floor, but now he has become lazy again after being served on the second basement floor.

While resting, Ansel told Valk what he and Sandro had seen and heard in the kobold tribe.

"This, in fact, I don't really manage the internal affairs of their tribe."

Valck replied after a moment of silence.

"As the only remaining demigod of the kobold race, are you just watching them degenerate and become corrupt?"

Ans El asked curiously, he didn't actually care about the internal situation of the underground tribes, but he couldn't understand why Valk didn't lead other races to develop.

"Your Excellency Ansel, although you have the strength of a demigod and an extraordinary talent for writing, you are still too young after all."

Valk replied bitterly.

"Degeneration is always the road that each race cannot avoid. What's more, we have never seen any hope of counterattacking mankind. It's better to just let it go."

Hearing this, Ans El fell into silence. He didn't expect Valk's answer to be so "mourning".

For human beings, they basically only have conflicting wars within their own races. For the underground races here, there are environmental struggles and intra-racial struggles, but even worse, there is no hope.

The gods have disappeared for many years, and there is no trace to prove whether they are still alive, and whether they will be able to return one day.

"When we first arrived in the underground world, we all wanted to work hard to develop, and then go back to the main world to avenge our dead clansmen and our lost homeland. But with the increase of time, the hatred has not diminished in the slightest, but our strength has not been much. increase.

We have caught human space magicians who arrived unexpectedly, and their memory proves how terrifying the magical development of human beings~www.novelmt.com~ far surpassed the strength of a thousand years ago.

Although we don't want to admit it, we are all mice lingering in the gutter. "

Valk calmly stated his true thoughts to Ans El.

He took out a bottle of wine and two jade wine glasses from the storage ring. This is the fine wine he has preserved for thousands of years and has not shared with others.

"Your Excellency Ansair, would you like to drink some wine?"

Valk invited Ansel in a bit of loneliness.

Ans El only felt that Valk was much older. Although he was dressed like a dog, he was still a kobold who had lived through many vicissitudes of life.

He has seen too many people die at the hands of humans.

"Bring me a drink."

Ansel took the glass, and Valk and him chatted about his past experiences while drinking.

After coming to this world, Ansel did not drink much. Although the dragon's digestive system is against the sky, Valk's wine has been stored for thousands of years, and its stamina is really strong.

Ansel felt dizzy after a few glasses of wine.

When Valk saw the time was right, he pleaded with Ansel.

"Your Excellency Ansel, I hope you can promise me one thing."

Ans El was not very awake at first, and seeing Valk's sincerity, he waved his dragon claw vigorously.

"Whatever you say, I won't refuse what I can do."

Valk said to Ans El with a solemn face.

"Then I hope you can update at least 10,000 words every day."

Ansair immediately woke up more than half of the time when he heard the wine, and he slapped Valk away.

"Riwan? Dreaming! You can only have up to four thousand words a day, and four thousand words is the limit of the dragon body!"